Dirges

1 Ideas don't last forever, poetry gets old. I'm marching to a tune that isn't my own; play pretend - a put-on calm and dignity - go to bed with sad thoughts on repeat (shame and sin and sonnets and soul) like the morning paper with its murkiness that makes me wanna cry and bare…

Love

Something so divine can never be my doom, something so pure and sanctified, can never undo, all that I am, by love, is grown to magnanimity, to everlasting bloom. I am no fool here, not even blind; all my senses are awake; and my mind is in tune with my spirit, purged, purified, by this…

The Sweet Music…

Let us hide underneath the naive leaves that cloud canopy-like above us; let innocent birds call out to the streams that flow all wise, flanked by bushes... Tell me, can you hear the sweet music? There's no need to fall in line with what's been - let the magic of the forbidden set you free;…